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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

the end of the line. "We–want–the whip."

Others at once took up the cry, and the

phrase was repeated, parrot-fashion, again and

again, with an ever-growingvolume of sound, until,

by the seventh or eighth reiteration, no other word

was being spoken. "We–want–the whip."

They were all crying together; and,

intoxicated by the noise, the unanimity, the sense of

rhythmical atonement, they might, it seemed, have

gone on for hours-almost indefinitely. But at about

the twenty-fifth repetition the proceedings were

startlingly interrupted. Yet another helicopter had

arrived from across the Hog's Back, hung poised

above the crowd, then dropped within a few yards of

where the Savage was standing, in the open space

between the line of sightseers and the lighthouse.

The roar of the air screws momentarily drowned the

shouting; then, as the machine touched the ground

and the engines were turned off: "We–want–the

whip; we–want–the whip," broke out again in the

same loud, insistent monotone.

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